Before their eyes, the Imperial Court's high walls collapsed, its Imperial Guards were crushed and slaughtered, and Dao Soldiers along with a host of demons and monsters surged like a tide toward the depths of the Imperial Court.
The darkening blood-red hue on the horizon also spread toward the Imperial Court.
Dan Ling's face turned deathly pale in an instant. She murmured, "Impossible... The Imperial Court's defenses were so tight. How could it have been breached so quickly..." Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly as he looked at Yan Zhu and Young Master Tuoba, deep in thought.
Elsewhere, Yan Zhu was still locked in battle with Qing Zhu. He could not help cursing, "Qing Zhu, you bitch."
Qing Zhu's expression was cold as ice. She focused solely on using the Qingqiu Thought Technique to suppress Yan Zhu's Divine Fire.
Seeing that Yan Zhu could not break free, Young Master Tuoba immediately pointed at Mo Hua and shouted sternly:
"Everyone from the Great Wilderness Sect, spare no cost—kill him!"
The Great Wilderness Sect Elder froze. "Young Master, this..."
Though he did not know Mo Hua's exact identity, anyone who could make Yan Zhu, a late-Golden Core High Shaman, so fearful and wary—even able to command High Shaman Qing Zhu with a single word—was clearly no ordinary person.
Yan Zhu could not kill this youth. How would they dare lay a hand on him?
How could Young Master Tuoba not understand that?
Yet it was precisely because he understood that he had no choice but to kill Mo Hua.
If such a terrifying figure was not slain amid this chaos, then letting the tiger return to the mountain and the dragon soar into the heavens would surely bring endless future calamities.
"Kill!" Young Master Tuoba gave the death order.
Left with no alternative,